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I got the idea for Her Nutcracker Boyfriend after finding a cute juvenile story about a ballerina and a nutcracker at a used bookstore. My inner child was delighted. But then me and my bestie’s minds went the other way. The title of that book didn’t help, which I won’t mention here because I don’t want to put anything negative on that story. Still, the damage was done.

We talked about how Clara and The Nutcracker showed up on quite a few author’s and reader’s origin story posts, which everyone had been creating and sharing on Instagram at that time. Plus, I’d just purchased a smutty story about a door coming to life, so why not a nutcracker? We asked ourselves that. And…I think it was like the very next night…I had a title and a temporary cover for Her Nutcracker Boyfriend. My fate was sealed. 

Title: Her Nutcracker Boyfriend

Author: Love Fey

Genre: Holiday Erotic Romance

Length: 76

Format: eBook

EBOOK LINKS:

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REVIEW LINKS:

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TROPES:

Sex lessons

Kissing lessons

He’s eager

He’s curious

He’s innocently smutty

Golden Retriever MMC

BLURB: As a little girl, Robin danced with her “nutcracker boyfriend” while watching ballet, and she’d fall asleep with him on a special pillow. Years later, that sweet childhood memory resurfaces and pushes her to reconnect with her beloved nutcracker, but it also reinforces how lonely she truly is.

Christmas Eve, she lays the nutcracker on the pillow beside her and uses a very specific gift to give herself some attention. In the morning, her nutcracker is a flesh-and-blood man whose only memories revolve around her. He’s adorably innocent, sweetly obsessed, and incredibly curious. He awakens her body like never before. But he also awakens her heart.

They may not have forever, but they’ll spend whatever time they do have in each other’s arms.

EXCERPT: 

“What is passion?”

“It’s a strong interest in something or someone. It’s like a driving force.”

“I have a passion for you.”

She gawked. “You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t know me.”

“I told you, you’re all I know.”

“But that doesn’t mean you know me.”

His jaw flexed. He gazed at her shoulder as he skimmed his fingers over the curve. “You’re wrong. I remember, Robin. When you were a child, you were so lonely. By yourself. Lost. Looking for…for…”

She could tell he was searching for a word to describe the deep yearning she’d endured as a child, but he didn’t know what that word was. “A friend,” she said as her eyes misted with tears. “I was searching for a friend.”

A Girl from Pluto Ep. 8

       

This series will contain posts styled as a memoir with memories that I feel like sharing. I first wrote these articles in 2017 when I was suffering from burnout. I may post one or two a month. I hope you enjoy these intimate glimpses into the life of...

 

Episode 8

Fake Friend

Before my brother and I became buddies, I had an imaginary friend. I don’t know why I created her or when. She was just there one day. I don’t even remember a beginning. But I can guess why I needed her. When I was born, my oldest sister was already six years old. My other sister and brother were about three years older. Older siblings usually don’t want to play with toddlers. I suspect this was the case for me, so when I was little, I invented a friend who would play with me. 

Ena.

She had long lavender hair. Sometimes, I would put my baby blanket, a lavender knitted blanket that passed down to me when my siblings didn’t want it, over my head, tuck it around my hair, and walk around imitating Ena. My blanket would sway at my ankles, and according to me, this was exactly how Ena looked.

Sitting on my bed, I’d talk to Ena for hours. We’d color together, and whenever I walked through the house, she was there beside me, almost like a bodyguard.

My whole family knew about Ena and asked me about her. I loved having a friend no one else could have. She was all mine.

Then, one day, she was gone.

I didn’t even realize she was gone until someone asked me about her, having noticed I stopped mentioning her. Shortly after, as if summoned, Ena returned. Her pretty, long, lavender hair was gone, though. Now she had short black hair. Apparently, she went to Paris. I had no real idea about Paris, but that’s where she had gone away to. Maybe to be with another little girl who needed her on the other side of the world? I believe so. At that point, we said our goodbyes, without actually saying “goodbye,” and she went back to Paris. I never saw her again, but I never forgot her, my first true friend.

Imaginary friends are powerful beings. If your child has one, don’t laugh. And whatever you do, do NOT tell them they need to grow up or that their friend is fake. Because to your child, this imaginary friend is as real as breath, as real as they are, because this apparition comes from them, their mind, their creativity.

Imagination is not fake. It’s real. It’s the most real thing in this world. In fact, this imaginary friend is helping your child to grow up. So, let your child have this friend, because this friend, even if you can’t see him or her, is helping your son or daughter in a huge way. This friend is giving your child exactly what they need: companionship. They’re learning what it’s like to be social and grow a relationship. When it’s time, their imaginary friend will leave, but only when they are both ready to part. Don’t push it. Just watch and enjoy your child’s happiness.